At the subway station at 7:15 in the morning, Jiang Wanzhou stood next to the second pillar, lowering his head and turning the pages of the book.
He didn't know that the eyes behind the glass of the flower shop had memorized more than three hundred silhouettes of him at dawn and dusk.
Bai Heng's account book is filled with numbers related to him——
His favorite convenience store rice balls always sell out quickly;
the citrus latte that coffee shops suddenly started serving;
That machine "just happened to" be available in the laundry room.
Until one rainy day, Jiang Wanzhou's pen leaked ink and stained his cuffs. The wet wipes handed over by Bai Heng had a faint scent of cedar.
"Thank you." Jiang Wanzhou looked up and saw his eyes clearly for the first time.
It turns out that some encounters are never accidental.
Purpose: Liking is not harassment
